Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 492

The man was wearing a black shirt. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, revealing the tanned skin of his forearm and an expensive wristwatch.

With his appearance, everyone’s heads above were covered with a layer of the dignified atmosphere, which unreasonably pressed on their hearts, making them not dare to breathe loudly.

The man walked over leisurely. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on people’s hearts.

Afraid of implicating their own families, everyone subconsciously looked at Hannah.

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After all, apart from David and Miss Grey of the Johnson family, Hannah was the most prominent figure in the room.

Everyone’s gaze landed on Hannah. She pursed her lips and hesitated before saying carefully, “Mr. Jones, you came at the right time. Help me judge. Miss Grey ruined my dress. Not only did she not apologize sincerely, but she even accused me of framing her. You have to help me uphold justice…”

Her eyes welled up as she spoke. She looked like a delicate girl that could not take care of herself.

as she watched her act as if she were innocent. David’s gaze never left Rachel, but his

voice was as chilly as ice-breaking spring water, which

in Hannah’s eyes. Just as they were about to fall, she suddenly heard David’s words and could not help

here to uphold

was he

it, she heard

indifferent and calm tone was as sonorous and forceful

and they stared at David

was cold-blooded and ruthless. He killed decisively and would not show mercy even if they were blood-related. Now, how could he have such a preference

made a point of analyzing how Rachel had seduced David. Coupled with the fact everyone

of it, it did not seem like Rachel had seduced Mr. Jones. Instead, it was more… like Mr.

had known that Mr. Jones had such an attitude toward

indignation just now, were now shrinking like the ostriches. They wished they could find a hole to hide

at you. How can I be at case when you are soft and not aggressive?” David looked at Rachel with affection and tenderness that no one had

looked even